<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879</id><updated>2009-06-19T20:21:29.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yatta Yatta Yatta</title><subtitle type='html'>It's about nothing here at this blog.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/feed/fbatom.xml'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-2222333697006208980</id><published>2009-06-18T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:21:29.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Week Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/Sal-Y-June-09-025-722212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/Sal-Y-June-09-025-722207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Two Week Notice letting everyone know that as of tomorrow, I shall have two weeks at the new job. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is the pic of the cake my VDC friends, and acquaintances, secretly had made for me. Christi even sneakily had me email her the drawing of Elvis that her own brother drew so she could put it on the cake! Very Very Sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before they had also done something sneaky. SEE &lt;a href="http://adriville.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-on-your-pig.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the people at VDC but I am really enjoying my new job at &lt;a href="http://www.portisabeldental.com"&gt;Port Isabel Dental Associates&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-2222333697006208980?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/2222333697006208980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/06/two-week-notice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/2222333697006208980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/2222333697006208980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/06/two-week-notice.html' title='Two Week Notice'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-2071133244118702736</id><published>2009-05-23T11:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:37:46.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where on Earth is Sal?</title><content type='html'>I know, haven't blogged in forever. Sorry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be heading up to Victoria, TX to meet my brother to borrow his kids so they can help mom, who has had some back surgery, at her house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the left on my blog and below you should see a map that will show you where I am at. I am using my G1 phone and Google Latitude to display it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thought it would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will tell you when the location was last updated so press your F5 key to refresh it :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Google Public Location Badge --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.google.com/latitude/apps/badge/api?user=2364181561738822135&amp;type=iframe&amp;maptype=roadmap" width="180" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- To disable location sharing, you *must* visit http://www.google.com/latitude/apps/badge and disable the Google Public Location badge. Removing this code snippet is not enough! --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-2071133244118702736?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/2071133244118702736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/05/where-on-earth-is-sal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/2071133244118702736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/2071133244118702736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/05/where-on-earth-is-sal.html' title='Where on Earth is Sal?'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-3488728961372502447</id><published>2009-04-21T11:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:23:47.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Meeting in Alamo, TX</title><content type='html'>Revive us again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Robert Setzer preached a revival meeting at my church this passed week but he is also preaching at Cornerstone Baptist Church in Alamo this week so Juan and I went over last night to get a little Jesus. A little Jesus? Man, we got a whole bunch of Jesus. Well, I did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet up with Juan over at his house but I had a little &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/3omq1"&gt;mobile phone malfunction &lt;/a&gt;that had me running late. Juan ended up picking me up instead. I was outside the house eating a bolis while I waited. As he pulled into the street I noticed he didn't have his Fog Lights on. I turned around to get my stuff and as I turned around again, he had them on. That was weird, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drive over to Alamo, following the speed limit of course, we talk, and have some laughs. So by the time we get to Alamo we are in good spirits. As we walk in to the church, Juan says, "Maybe they shaking hands right now", because we are running a tad bit late. Sure enough, as we walk in everyone is on their feet greeting everyone. As we walk in, I say "we were here the whole time". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a seat next to Brother Bob Hawk. His son in law was my first preacher after I was saved. Brother Arnold Woodard was preaching interim before our current preacher, Mark Laiklam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said this before, and I will say it again. God keeps the best singers and musicians to himself. I say that because there was some serious singing and piano playing that night. From our very own Preacher's Wife to some teenage girls. All of which were singing to the Lord and bringing down GLORY! It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Brother Setzer took the pulpit we were all ears and ready for the Word. Well, I was anyway. He preached out of Galations 5 and touched on many subjects such as getting off track in our Christian walk and about not judging others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the services, Brother Dale Kincaid, preacher and friend from Cornerstone, showed us around the church and told us about the plans he has for the church and showed us how God is blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people were fellowshipping in the church  but I joined Juan, Dale, Bob Hawk, Robert Setzer, my preacher Mark, and his son Luke outside the church. We were out there talking and laughing and talking about things of God. Bob Hawk told us a sad story about a Christian man who died and whose family told Bob NOT to preach at his funeral but to say only a few nice things. Robert Setzer went on to say "What a sad day when someone will ask a preacher not to preach." Bob Hawk preached anyway! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking this drunk man came up to us with his hands in the air. When I first saw him I thought he wanted money. He wanted something more. He wanted JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Bob Hawk is a missionary into Mexico so he can speak  better Spanish than most Mexicans I know so he talked to the man. Prayed with the man. Got on his knees with man. The drunk man named Domingo sobered up real quick and professed to have taken Jesus into his heart. He told us that he had been wanting to come inside the church. That these past couple days he had been getting close to the door but never made it inside. I'm so glad we don't have to go inside a church to get Saved! Jesus came to my house and saved me. Jesus saved this man outside the church last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying he shows up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, the people started pouring out of the church as if God was keeping them in there while He saved this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter, we all went to a new What-a-burger in Weslaco and filled the  place up with Christians. We had a good time! A great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-3488728961372502447?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/3488728961372502447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/04/meeting-in-alamo-tx.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/3488728961372502447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/3488728961372502447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/04/meeting-in-alamo-tx.html' title='Meeting in Alamo, TX'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-1286608838931394563</id><published>2009-02-10T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:19:18.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or Acquaintances</title><content type='html'>I think back to the jobs I have had since I was sixteen and for each job, accept maybe one, I can tell you that I have gotten close to people with whom I have had the pleasure to work with. So close that I would never imagine not being in contact with them for the rest of my life. The sad thing is, I can't tell you where those people are today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The job I have now is the longest job I have had so naturally it is the place where I have grown closest to the most people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, two of those people are no longer going to be working with me and I'm worried. Worried that the friendship will dwindle and will become something that existed only among the walls of our employment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three of us have expressed that the friendship will go on and that we were never simply acquaintances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-1286608838931394563?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/1286608838931394563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/02/friends-or-acquaintances.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/1286608838931394563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/1286608838931394563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/02/friends-or-acquaintances.html' title='Friends or Acquaintances'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-4286388230882079017</id><published>2009-02-07T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:28:39.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing I'd Love To DO</title><content type='html'>The one thing I would really love to do is be a photographer of some sort. I used to really love to take pictures. Sure, I still cary the camera with me in the car but I can't remember the last time I took a picture.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the mentality now that everyone has a digital camera no matter where I go so why bother taking it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-4286388230882079017?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/4286388230882079017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/02/one-thing-id-love-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/4286388230882079017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/4286388230882079017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/02/one-thing-id-love-to-do.html' title='One Thing I&apos;d Love To DO'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-4218836559844424330</id><published>2009-01-22T21:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:39:00.556-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>Missed Many Days</title><content type='html'>:-( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed so many days of the Blog-O-Nanza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall make it up though, but not tonight :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-4218836559844424330?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/4218836559844424330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/missed-many-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/4218836559844424330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/4218836559844424330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/missed-many-days.html' title='Missed Many Days'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-6958007597556433885</id><published>2009-01-17T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:53:46.463-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Back To Twitter</title><content type='html'>Well, for over a year we were on Jaiku but now it seems that Google is abandoning Jaiku, or taking it in another direction, so we are going back to Twitter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is pretty much the same, if you remember, but without the Threading of Conversations, so unless Twitter implements that awesome feature, the Thread Nazi is dead! They did however removoe the feature that enabled us to Twitter from Google Talk! There are other programs you can install &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/downloads"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't found one I liked. I used to use Snitter but it doesn't work the same anymore it seems. Kinda buggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were away from Twitter it has gotten hugely popular. Even our own Local Channel Four news is on Twitter. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kgbt"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to see everyone there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/digiSal"&gt;http://twitter.com/digiSal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-6958007597556433885?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/6958007597556433885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/back-to-twitter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/6958007597556433885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/6958007597556433885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/back-to-twitter.html' title='Back To Twitter'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-5514850156541437563</id><published>2009-01-16T09:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:17:28.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>Time To See Doctor Again..... I guess</title><content type='html'>The last time I saw a doctor about my "stomach hurts" he said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry I can't figure out whats wrong with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think lately it has been getting worse. Or is it nerves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, and doctors, have told me it is what I eat that messes me up, but even if I don't have dinner the night before, the next morning my stomach hurts the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly how I feel this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-5514850156541437563?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/5514850156541437563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/time-to-see-doctor-again-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5514850156541437563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5514850156541437563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/time-to-see-doctor-again-i-guess.html' title='Time To See Doctor Again..... I guess'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-6811713648468639223</id><published>2009-01-14T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:23:02.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I want to give up on eating lunch because I get so sleepy afterwards that I just want to pass out right then and there. Driving back to work after a meal that makes me sleepy is so hard! I just want to come home, or be dropped off at home so I can snooze it up!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I sort of feel the same way because  I had a pretty good steak at Texas Roadhouse. So after I press Publish Post I might just get under the covers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Night!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-6811713648468639223?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/6811713648468639223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/sleepy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/6811713648468639223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/6811713648468639223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-5132368458001469916</id><published>2009-01-13T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:09:07.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonblogworthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>Bloggers Block</title><content type='html'>Man, bloggers block on day thirteen already?? Today was sure a nonblogworthy day for me!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only highlight of my day was actually waking up. Why is that a highlight you say? Well, because I could have woke up dead! I am not afraid of dying anymore, because I know where I am going, but sometimes you just don't want to die yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-5132368458001469916?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/5132368458001469916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/bloggers-block.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5132368458001469916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5132368458001469916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/bloggers-block.html' title='Bloggers Block'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-1140219954399934155</id><published>2009-01-12T22:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:10:10.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>The Ladies Plate</title><content type='html'>My favorite plate at a local Mexican / BBQ place is called the Ladies Plate. It comes with Fajita Nachos and Carne Guisada. It is really good. Whenever I order this plate, I always make the same joke to the waiter/ waitress.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do I have to be a lady to order the ladies plate?&lt;/span&gt; They always say no but I am sure they are sick of it! Kind of like of the joke I always hear in the elevator at work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third Floor please! &lt;/span&gt;You see, the joke is, we only have two floors! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;badum pish&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I used to work at K-Mart as a cashier and whenever an item wouldn't scan I would always hear, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it's free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's raining, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raining enough for ya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's windy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Windy enough for ya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's cold, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold enough for ya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-1140219954399934155?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/1140219954399934155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/ladies-plate.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/1140219954399934155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/1140219954399934155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/ladies-plate.html' title='The Ladies Plate'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-7983061456902901851</id><published>2009-01-11T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:07:58.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>The Barrel</title><content type='html'>Sorry Preacher, but the only good thing at Cracker Barrel thusfar is the Mellow Yellow and Biscuits. As of today, I have been there twice and have not really liked the meals. Maybe I should not have had the pancakes, but I had heard good things but was dissappointed. Dennys and McDonalds are way better!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wallbangers would have been so much better and we almost ended up there because it was taking forever to get seated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-7983061456902901851?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/7983061456902901851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/barrel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/7983061456902901851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/7983061456902901851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/barrel.html' title='The Barrel'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-9022255777117293252</id><published>2009-01-10T22:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:05:56.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>Disconnected</title><content type='html'>Came home yesterday to no Internet! Oops. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Borrowing" the neighbors wifi though. shhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty uneventful day today but at least I did not have to go to work. Almost did though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was, however, watching a movie with Nicolas Cage earlier, Bangkok Dangerous, and I found myself asking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself "&lt;/span&gt;why do they give this guy weird hairdoes in these movies!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;The last time I seen this guy with normal hair is in Family Man. It made me think of the following Photochopped picture I saw once:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/hairisabird-778724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/hairisabird-778717.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-9022255777117293252?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/9022255777117293252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/disconnected.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/9022255777117293252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/9022255777117293252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/disconnected.html' title='Disconnected'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-5242288087338126094</id><published>2009-01-10T00:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:25:27.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corvette'/><title type='text'>On The Road Again</title><content type='html'>Got the Corvette out of the shop today. She has been in there for well over a month. She had water in the motor :-(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would have been out of there sooner had I not lost an envelop with 600 dollars in it that was supposed to be used for buying the parts and paying for the labor. Hopefully, whomever found it used it for something good since it was around Christmas time when I lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after I picked her up, Rob called to ask me how she was running and I said the same, but after driving her all the way back home I changed my mind. I am not sure if it is because I have not driven her in awhile or if there is something wrong with her, but she runs different and I think I hear an exhaust leak at accleration. Either that, or she's misfiring a little. Will have to seek a second opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I am glad to have her back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-5242288087338126094?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/5242288087338126094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5242288087338126094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5242288087338126094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/on-road-again.html' title='On The Road Again'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-8600248576514652508</id><published>2009-01-08T17:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:55:50.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elvis'/><title type='text'>Elvis is Getting Old</title><content type='html'>That time of year again. Sadly, I won't be having a banana and peanut butter sandwhich party this year. I know you all will miss it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And John, his middle name is Aarron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-8600248576514652508?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/8600248576514652508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/elvis-is-getting-old.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/8600248576514652508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/8600248576514652508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/elvis-is-getting-old.html' title='Elvis is Getting Old'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-4105817397266166055</id><published>2009-01-07T23:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:56:38.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>The Red Eye</title><content type='html'>As I write this, my left eye is a tad bit bloodshot. I don't think I have ever had the Pink Eye so I am not sure if that is what it is, you dig? I didn't feel any discomfort until I started looking at the computer screen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as reported yesterday, today I moved in to the new office, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the east side&lt;/span&gt;. They put the furniture in, arranged by the help of &lt;a href="http://adriville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adri&lt;/a&gt;, and I got the computer online. So getting the phone working, and getting some of other junk in there is left to do. Hardly had any time today for all that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only sat there for about thirty minutes at the end of the day and its alright, definitely a lot more traffic in that area and no more private restroom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will walk on over to that other restroom when I need to ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-4105817397266166055?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/4105817397266166055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/red-eye.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/4105817397266166055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/4105817397266166055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/red-eye.html' title='The Red Eye'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-5336111349396615383</id><published>2009-01-06T23:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:14:21.134-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Been shuffling people around at work. Moving thier PCs and phones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the big move. I am switching offices for the third time in the five years I have been there. I am going to miss the office I am at now. It's in a corner and I see very little foot traffic. It can be so quiet that I can hear the sound of my hard drive clock ticking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new office has it's benefits though. It is near a side entrance so I can make my escape! I just need to find my office keys. I think they are in the vette which is in the shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that is the only benefit actually! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-5336111349396615383?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/5336111349396615383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/moving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5336111349396615383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5336111349396615383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-5728993506496281058</id><published>2009-01-06T00:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:29:33.743-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>How Did They Do That</title><content type='html'>I love me a good movie. I take that back, I love me a GREAT movie. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in time where people can do some awesome things with movie editing but more importantly we live in a time where people are writing some great stories, books, and even movie scripts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I saw "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and I constantly kept asking myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did they do that? &lt;/span&gt;Not only with the special effects but with the story telling. How do they come up with that stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe one day I will write the great american novel! (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i guess i'd have to read novels to write them huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-5728993506496281058?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/5728993506496281058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/how-did-they-do-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5728993506496281058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5728993506496281058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/how-did-they-do-that.html' title='How Did They Do That'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-7241608461382728656</id><published>2009-01-04T23:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:03:35.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corvette'/><title type='text'>Shock</title><content type='html'>This evening at church the ambulance had to be called for one of the teens who was having trouble breathing. The whole church was outside waiting on the ambulance and I stood off to the side just watching and thinking. I started to feel bad for the parents of the teen. They don't come to church with him, yet, so we had to call them to tell them what was going on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping they would get there before the ambulance did because the scene of the ambulance and thier son in a stretcher would probably be a shock to thier system. It didn't happen the way I wanted it to. The ambulance got there first and sure enough, as soon as his family got there the mother, I believe, was ready to jump out of the truck before it even parked. It made me sad and it made me think of my mom when I was in a pretty bad accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember seeing the truck coming out of the intersection, hitting the brakes, and then all of a sudden I couldn't get out of the car. The driver door was jammed. So I decided to go out the passenger side. As I went over the center console, I had to tilt my head forward, because there isn't much space in a Corvette to jump over like that, and the blood started to flow from the gash in my forehead. As soon as I got out, some lady in scrubs told me to sit down and lay back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost in a flash, it seems, my mother was on the scene bawling, crying, and screaming. I can only imagine the scene she must've seen; an ambulance, a firetruck, my Corvette in ruins, and me on the floor covered in blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That must've been a total shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &lt;a href="http://digisal.com/gallery/848-2/beaf.jpg"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is the 84 Corvette: before and after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-7241608461382728656?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/7241608461382728656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/shock.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/7241608461382728656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/7241608461382728656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/shock.html' title='Shock'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-1437452415711520400</id><published>2009-01-04T17:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:26:56.278-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>Checkers Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAG0068-723859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMAG0068-723846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Some people may look at &lt;a href="http://www.inthelordsarmy.com/"&gt;Juan&lt;/a&gt; and see a mean ogre but the guy has a soft spot as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While enjoying fellowship at &lt;a href="http://grammaspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grammas&lt;/a&gt; house on New Years Day, I captured Juan and his mini-me, David, playing a few rounds of Checkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share this lighter-side of Juan with you all that don't get to see it that often.&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-1437452415711520400?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/1437452415711520400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/checkers-mate.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/1437452415711520400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/1437452415711520400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/checkers-mate.html' title='Checkers Mate'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-196422758335366327</id><published>2009-01-04T16:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:29:07.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Business</title><content type='html'>Ah, my blog was not letting me publish for several days but she let me blog today. So now I have to play catch up. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-196422758335366327?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/196422758335366327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/back-in-business.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/196422758335366327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/196422758335366327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/back-in-business.html' title='Back In Business'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-7888392692808446107</id><published>2009-01-01T11:31:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:59:56.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>The Worst New Years Ever</title><content type='html'>As I was driving home from &lt;a href="http://www.gracebaptistharlingen.com/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; last night, in the rain, a memory came back about one New Years night. I don't have to many memories of New Years nights. For a few years I think I would just hang out with Rob at his house, mainly for the BBQ, but now I just go by to get a to go plate, THANKS ROB!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the worst New Years Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been working at the airport as a SkyCap, the guys that do curbside checkin and help with wheelchairs, and during the "winter" another airline besides Continental and Southwest would fly in. They flew in from either Minneapolis or Minnesota, it had Minn in the name. It was called Sun Country Airlines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, on this particular night it was delayed because of snow storms. As the night went on, it kept getting delayed and delayed until finally it came in at about 11:30 PM New Years Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember I said I helped with wheelchairs? For some reason, this flight was always filled with elderly people so they would always request for lots of wheelchairs. I think the most was thirteen. There was little walking space through the jet bridge because of all the wheelchairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember for what reason, but on this particular night the airplane did not come up to the jet bridge so the passengers had to walk down off of the airplane on some stairs then walk in through a rear entrance that took them to the baggage claim. People on wheelchairs had to go a different route. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I wheeled off a few passengers and at the strike of midnight I was pushing this little old lady through the dark, cold, rainy night behind the airport struggling to open a security door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me Happy New Year and handed me some candy, but in my head I was cursing Rob for getting me this job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other days I was grateful though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-7888392692808446107?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/7888392692808446107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/worst-new-years-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/7888392692808446107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/7888392692808446107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2009/01/worst-new-years-ever.html' title='The Worst New Years Ever'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-5178268618620391919</id><published>2008-12-04T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:01:12.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-O-Nanza'/><title type='text'>The Great Year of The Blog-O-Nanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="  FONT-WEIGHT:Normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt;Who is down for blogging every day in 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-5178268618620391919?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/5178268618620391919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/12/great-year-of-blog-o-nanza.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5178268618620391919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/5178268618620391919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/12/great-year-of-blog-o-nanza.html' title='The Great Year of The Blog-O-Nanza'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-6116604182974512140</id><published>2008-11-01T00:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:31:48.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>On The Last</title><content type='html'>Well wouldn't you know it. I missed the deadline for the last day of the photoblog every day in October by about twenty minutes though. It was worth it though. Had a jolly ol' time with the gang at Wallbangers then at the Races. &lt;a href="http://shimmyliciousadri.jaiku.com/presence/47808380"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was there. Not the real deal though. She was in San Benito. That would have been a good picture but I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I missed the time I won't post a picture. It was hard doing this. I thought I would become a better photographer because of this but that didn't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be the next gimmick blog thang huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-6116604182974512140?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/6116604182974512140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/11/on-last.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/6116604182974512140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/6116604182974512140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/11/on-last.html' title='On The Last'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474879.post-2703819227874460124</id><published>2008-10-30T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:03:17.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallbangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Do What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0659-799150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0659-798955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Luke came down to work on a roof and to preach at our church this week and since tonight is his last night here before heading back to North Carolina we took him out to Wallbangers and for a little Rip Stiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had never heard of a Rip Stik so when we asked him to try it his response was more or less....Do What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the photos, I had to hold him up like a 6 year old girl trying to ride a bike for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like he had fun and I know I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0651-798867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0651-798689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0666-799518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://www.digisal.com/yblog/uploaded_images/IMG_0666-799238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14474879-2703819227874460124?l=www.digisal.com%2Fyblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/2703819227874460124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/10/do-what.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/2703819227874460124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14474879/posts/default/2703819227874460124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.digisal.com/yblog/2008/10/do-what.html' title='Do What?'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14466288080401755438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14532806265209617509'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>